Hey, are those stairs?
Is that an unreasonably heavy door in the workplace?
Congratulations! You're nearly 40!
So, a few of my friends have preceded me into fortyhood, or will, in a matter of weeks and months. The ones who seem to be smuggling the least amount of Rice Krispies in their joints seem to do some sort of physical Thing. A friendly acquaintance from college runs quite seriously. Another friend from college is into Tae Kwon Do. People I work with go to the gym and do the circuit, do pilates or play softball or somesuch.
I don't have a Thing.
I used to. It used to be martial arts, but I don't know about that anymore. It's not cheap, and because it's not cheap, it requires a commitment I don't know that I can give, between family, house, and theater.
Yeah, theater. While it doesn't burn a whole lot of calories, theater is probably the closest I have to having a Thing. Please see the title of the blog. Yes, I do still do theater, and it's an important part of my life. One I abandon at the peril of my sanity, and my husband's lack of felony manslaughter charges.
So, a Thing. I'm hyper-competitive but self-conscious. I tried belly dancing with a really awesome teacher, but... the head space didn't show up, and I couldn't find it with a map, a compass, or both hands. And belly dancing is really all about the head space especially the kind I was learning, Tribal. Yoga's too sedate. Team sports...< whine > they require me to talk to people < /whine >. And they ask for a kind of concrete day-and-time commitment that I'm leery of making, at least not until I'm sure I'm going to love it. And frankly, if softball hasn't done it for me in the past, it isn't going to start blowing my skirt up now.
So suggestions? Or a recommendation for a stock broker who can find me shares of the company that makes Aleve?